“I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.”

Tonight I wanna lose myself in you. The question is- will you too want to lose yourself in me?

Place yourself into me. I promise not to even waste even a drop.

In all my almosts I lose you little by little.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.

Don’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?

Don’t stop even if i ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

Your love tickles down my thighs. Let me take it with my fingers and put it on my mouth. Let me see how you taste.

Love is all about uncertainties. If certainly comes in love, love dies.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

Fear is a good doer. It accomplish what love or even hope can’t do.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Forgetting is essential for surviving but i can’t survive by forgetting you.

A twenty three year old hits on me in a coffee shop in venice, and I ask him if father is single.

I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.

I look at the world and I see absurdity all around me. People do strange things constantly, to the point that, for the most part, we manage not to see it. That’s why I love coffee shops and public places – I mean, they’re all out there.

I’m the coffee shop kinda person; the kind who loved to live unless lives in doses of caffeine.

I woke up this morning and for once, I had no desire to drink my morning coffee. Is that how it felt for you to wake up and never return?

Things that really matter are the things that gold can’t buy, so let’s have another cup o’ coffee and let’s have another piece o’ pie.

Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.

I can’t imagine a day without coffee. I can’t imagine!